When I told him what was going on, and that I needed to get out of the house, he let me shack up in his old guest house and helped me sell the house. ...e helped me pack up all of Valentine's stuff that she didn't take and put it in storage, he closed the sale while I was off getting high and drunk, and he helped put my ass through rehab. And, just so we're clear: the Betty Ford Clinic does absolute wonders. If you have a problem, I highly suggest you check them out. Anyway, Tracie was bummed. It took a number of hours of soul-searching contemplation to get back most of her pride and self-confidence. Most, but not all.She couldn't quite forgive herself for betraying the private, secret relationship between Terry and herself. She tried to convince herself that it was not a serious betrayal, because in all the intervening years, Terry had not searched her out and claimed her as he had promised.And after all, she told herself, she was only flesh and blood -- female at that -- and could. Now is the part I dread most. Sucking cocks is one thing. Even letting these men fuck me is bearable. But anal sex…it's never been something I've enjoyed. My first boyfriend in college often wanted it, but I never could get over the pain. Now, thinking about it, I shudder. I shudder as a new cock pokes through the hole. It's long and dark as ebony. "Lube it up, young slut. It's going in your ass." With a tear sliding down my cheek, I grip the base of his prodigious shaft. "Yes, Sir," I say,. I wanted the pre-cum to start flowing out again and wanted him to once more cum in my mouth. He fell on the bed beside me and said. "Marca I got to rest give me a few minute oh God your something else!" I looked over at his alarm clock and saw it was almost 1 AM . Shit I got to get home and I wanted to fuck, goddamn living at home. "Charles when will your wife be home?" He looked up at me and said "Sunday night why!" I looked off in space as if I was trying to solve the.